1. The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: el_henke, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    ballsy to pick on the ones that can't even defend themselves three to one! The scar tissue was very sensitive to touch, and it hurt like hell, but that was nothing compared to the damage my heart took from these idiots. I kept up the act a few more months until I could finally breathe: summer holidays. By then, the wound had healed off, and left that ulcer-like looking scar tissue you can see now. Still, looking into the mirror meant overcoming of my disgust towards my own face, and came with tears instantly swelling up my lacrimal sacs. At least with the sun my obnoxious shades wouldn't attract too much attention. Then came David. With him everything changed – almost everything. ------------- “In order to complete the story, I'm afraid I'll have to go a bit further afield,” said the narrator. She took a deep breath, and slid the hair that covered her face behind her ear. With her free hand, she put her shades back on. Only Big ol' Tom sat close enough to her, and in the right angle to catch a glimpse of tears forming in her eyes. He was the only one to know she didn't just put the sunglasses back on to cover her scar. Then, she let her hair fall back into her face. “David...” she resumed. ------------- He was our neighbor – and also the secret crush of an every female individual from sixteen to forty five, or so in the neighborhood. Some of us knew how to keep a low profile, others were less decent, and were visibly startled by his mere presence. It's fascinating how ...
    even a married mother's behavior can change in the presence of a potential mating partner. I once caught my own mother awkwardly gawking out of the kitchen window while he was mowing his front yard one summer in the afternoon sun. Topless. She probably felt it passed unobserved. Yet, I have to admit that she was right, as the sweat droplets glistening on his lean, male torso gave him a somewhat sparkling appearance. It was a sight to behold; a male body sculpted to perfection. Two, or three times, the motor of his lawn mower stalled, and he had to crank it back on. When he bent down to reach for the cord, he presented us his perfect buttocks. Suddenly, Mom winced, and turned her head to the kitchen door, where I was standing. Pissed, I rolled my eyes and turned around. For some reason, I didn't understand what all these females found in him. He was just our neighbor, for god's sake. Not that I was that asexual not to realize he was quite a catch – quite the contrary so – but being the captain of the cheerleader squad plus benefiting from a comparably unfair redistribution of body fat in my favor during puberty – I mean look at my huge ass tits, and my slender figure – I had dealt with all kinds of males, no matter if schoolmates, fathers of such, or once even a grandpa that had all left a good impression of a complete lack of individuality among their gender. To cut the chase: All men were the same pigs, so why should David be any different? And besides, what's the point of ...
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